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Can't tell anymore
Contributed by
Voice of the Silent
on
Friday, 12th September 2008 @ 08:16:17 AM in AEST
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Lately i can't tell
if this is the real hell
I think i may have already died
But the way i saw it the other day it wasn't my time
But that's in my mind
I guess there was an outside man
who had other plans
i don't know if i'm six feet under
Or still walk on solid ground
But it seems every thing has no more sound
is it because i'm buried in the ground?
I used to be able to listen to reason
but lately my own minds committed treason
This can't be hell in my mind
because i've got all the time
in the world and i have pen and paper
this can't be hell because i get to write
day and night
but no one to read what i have to say
I just can't tell anymore if this is hell or not
Or a cell to wait in till it's time to go
but at least i can write
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Re: Can't tell anymore
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by Ambivalence on
Friday, 12th September 2008 @ 01:16:05 PM AEST
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nice write. if there is a 'hell,' i think that its much much worse than this hell called earth. Someone once said "I gotta make it to heaven for going thru hell," and i believe we will be rewarded if we fight our own hells. so keep writing. take care
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Re: Can't tell anymore
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by spooky on
Saturday, 13th September 2008 @ 09:00:14 AM AEST
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i beleiev that we live in our own hell everyday, our thoughts, our past life, the things that we can never forget, that happens to be there everytime we see, or do these things over and over again,,even the bad things that has us caught up in its web,,
a friend in words,,spooky |
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